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I want you to wipe the sleep
From my eyes
And pour it into my morning coffee
The bittersweet taste burning my
Sharp tongue
In between rises of your heaving bosom
The static of the television in the next room
A soundtrack to the glances that we so
Gracefully and slyly exchange
Your lips produce smoke rings that
Gently kiss the air
Ashes falling and cars outside stalling



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Anneli said...
today at 8:41 pm:
This is so cool. The first two lines are just so artsy, and really great.
 
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today at 4:49 pm:
Wow. I'm speechless.
 
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